words create worlds
Staves stung by voiceless birds on their flight far from this fall, too dry, too soon, a boon to the soil, trails on a too-blue sunset scratching the sea of my sky- instantly healed by the memory of ‘Jesus loves you’ written in white on the clear blue sky over Orlando in a far distant
Dried leaves knocking down the air chestnuts striking pavements of our walk a mourning breathe of too old branches and music of their death the shivering of lake this reddish light of fall all these surrounding sounds the past recall. I wish I could’ve written down that song that healed all thousand moments
Worlds of Words 